The Early Firings Contained Many

Time Confined Into Blind Caves Or Extended Through Tunnels, Responds To The Call Of Infinity, Which Teases With Its Promise Of Freedom. Outside The Body, Time Is A Pair Of Compasses In The Hands Of Eternity, But Inside It Is A Pendulum, Fastened To The Heart. The Heart Takes Its Measure From The Lengthening Swing Of The Pendulum Surveying What Time Is Left. In Its Own Rhythm Time Spreads Itself Wildly Here And There And Is Crippled Elsewhere. Its Unequally Distributed Weight Wounds My Body - That Is How The Particularities Of My Life Are Manifest.

If I'm Going To Understand The Land, I Have To Understand The Wind, The Snow, The Rain, The Leaves, The Ice, And Changes In Temperature. It Just Reflects A Reality For Me.

Generally In New York, People Just Walk Over You With No Problem About That. Other Countries, People Want To Resuscitate You, Like, After A Bit.

The Difference Between A Theatre With And Without An Audience Is Enormous. There Is A Palpable, Critical Energy Created By The Presence Of The Audience.

My Approach To Photograph Is Kept Simple, Almost Routine. All Work, Good And Bad, Is Documented. I Use Standard Film, A Standard Lens And No Filters. Each Work Grows, Strays, Decays-integral Parts Of A Cycle Which The Photograph Shows At Its Height, Marking The Moment When The Work Is Most Alive. There Is An Intensity About A Work At Its Peak That I Hope Is Expresses In The Image. Process And Decay Are Implicit.